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Moonlight Sonata II
by Scott UtleyI had supper with the moon last night.
We had a wonderful dinner down in North beach.
What's the name?
Alioto's, Aliata's? I got so drunk I just don't remember ... still.
Alioso's? The first time you told me you loved me was there ... why can't I recall?
These past few years have had their downs, but mostly it's been a ball ... huh?
... ? ... well ... ?
The moon looked a little wane.
Shes been working too much, she says.
I think it's drugs.
She kept asking about you, many times. In fact, quite a lot.
She told me all about when you were both little girls,
your mutual love for fun and games like hide and seek.
She said she misses you. So I said, tell her.
You're just around the bend,
unlike myself, who is too far over the edge.
You can laugh at that if you like. That was a joke. You seem awkward.
She seems awkward. I wonder if she knows?
You aren't ever coming out again, are you? Are you!
Are you?
How did we become so distant from each other?
It feels like we're on opposite sides of the world tonight.
01/30/2007 Posted on 01/31/2007
Copyright © 2025 Scott Utley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/31/07 at 05:29 AM Wow--what a great opener...and all so extremely sweet...I am sure the moon answered you...how could she help it!!! I love the memory "the fist time..." and all the play with memory... wonderful Scott, I am putting this in my favorites. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 01/31/07 at 05:12 PM You aren't ever coming out again ... are you? Are you!
Are you?
How did we ever become so distant from each other?..... my heart feels lonely just reading this.
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